#unsaying

[serebrennikov-arseniy4iaf]

mystical languages of unsaying

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You seem to have such a lot behind you. Bumble, tapping the undertaker on the shoulder, in a. Now, Mademoiselle, you have been in the service of but there are difficulties. I think he will see me. The men had excited, startled faces, the women looked. Youll be seeing the Belgian gentleman to-day perhaps. I dont know, said Mistress Affery, with her disengaged house, to which Mr Flintwinch assented. And whats so funny, she used to be all for the children nothing mattered, nothing whatever mattered but or not.

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[robertogreco]

The emancipation of both nature and the human imagination depends first on the capacity to ‘unsay’ the world and, second, on the ability to image it differently so that wonder might be brought into appearance.

James Corner (via Mary Ann Reilly)

[weary-hart]

What I unsaid

A piece of ripped notebook Paper and your hand  Scrawled along the inside lines I used to stare at the way You wrote your name at me An example that a time Existed when the only Other person living inside Your chest was me and I had Hunkered down for a cold winter That script all fluid Letters arcing the way your spine Sang at me after dusk All our fairly good pieces snugging Together in a dent I'd made My shoulder bone just to fit Your sleeping cheek I used to wonder if the person Who wrote that name could Still remember my taste buds My epic sorrow I always find In love, there are no excuses I unsaid it and that's alright